-Epictetus
These are words I should heed. I am a serious worry wart. I worry about everything. Constantly. I worry about the normal things, money etc, but I also worry about ridiculous things, a lot is often to do with how others perceive me or how I should act, what I should be doing. I try not to worry about things, but my upbringing has a lot to do with it. My Mother is also very good at worrying. A good tip is to write down what you are worried about and say to yourself, “I will come back to this list later”. Then you are supposed to find that you have already forgotten most of the things you were worried about in the first place! I have tried this a couple times and it wasn’t unsuccessful. It’s just very hard to change your mind when you have been thinking this way for so long.
Number 72
I’ve crossed it off my life list.
“Save enough money for an overseas holiday.”
This is only the second thing I’ve crossed off the list. I will be able to cross another one off once I get back: Climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
It’s sad when you realise you’ve grown up and no one wants to decorate the Christmas tree with you anymore, and doesn’t object when you say, “I’m going to get the tree out the shed, okay?”
I called my mother in the afternoon and asked if she would mind if I put the tree up. She has a bad back at the moment so I thought, if I put i up while she was out, she could help decorate it if she wanted when she got home.
She didn’t want.
At first I was pleased, because I like it just right and I hate it when people move my strategically placed decoration (yes, I’m aware this is grinchy behaviour)
Then I felt disappointed. When did it become OKAY for me to put up the Christmas Tree? When did it become OKAY for me to do it myself without supervision?
When my Mother got home she said it looked lovely, but could I put the box back in the shed tonight because it takes up too much room on the floor.
Sometimes the realisation that you’ve grown up really sucks.
PS: It looks a bit bare doesn’t it? I’m going to get some more decorations that comply with this year’s theme of Red and Silver.
Your name is awesomeProof that I jammed…and was excited about it!!
“What we lack aids us almost as much as what we have.”
Jean Guéhenno- Changer la vie, Actions de grâces
pacific magic
My friend and I are going on a cruise of the pacific in the New Year. It’s only just hit me and I’m so excited I can barely think of anything else. But it’s getting to be such a distraction whilst I’m supposed to be studying. I have a French exam but all I can think about is making lists of what to take, what to do etc etc
I just have to put it to the back of my mind for a week! Just a week! C’mon I can do it!
Aeroguard
I like the smell of it.
IF ONE LINE OF A VERSE HAS A Bb CHORD IN IT THE NEXT LINE CAN NOT HAVE Bm YOU DON’T JUST CHANGE KEY IN A VERSE OKAY? SO IF YOU DON’T KNOW THIS LET SOMEONE ELSE TAB THE SONG. /end rant
Another thing
- After a discussion (ie. me whinging) in which I metioned at least four reasons why I should have a boyfriend our conversation progressed and turned to my brother-in-law's dress up starting with B party.
- Ali: "Auntie Vicki suggested I go as Bridget Bardot to Darryl's birthday."
- Kim: "Ooh that's a good one. Also, another thing to add to 'reasons Alison should have a boyfriend'-
- when there are costume parties, you don't automatically put "slut" and "costume" together."
- Kim (innerbakings) and I once attended a dress up party as cow girls. Both of us wore full length jeans, long sleeved check shirts and boots. Another girl wore a midriff top that looked like a leather bra, and the shortest shorts I have ever seen in my life.
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sorry to quote Bono. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it, but I would take 5 Mondays over 1 Sunday. I am averse to Sundays. Why? The regulars at work is the main reason. And old people like english breakfasting and complicated coffee orders. Today wasn’t overly bad, I wouldn’t say. But still annoying. I worked until 12:30AM last night and started again at 9:30AM this morning. My shoes broke last night so I took the inserts out of them and put them in the uncomfortable ballet flat shoes to wear today. Today the ballet flats broke. I almost strangled an old woman who, after demanding a refund to put through the seniors discount (we don’t ask, it usually offends) because she didn’t say she had a seniors card, complained to me that her fish was terribly dry after she’d already eaten one piece and all her chips. I’m sorry, I’m not going to refund a meal if you’ve EATEN it. Anyway, I took it out the back to the smart arse chefs (have you met a chef?) and had to decline the suggestion to tell her to squeeze lemon in it or shove it up her jumper (this is a family show) they inspected the fish and it was perfectly cooked. I don’t eat fish, but I saw moisture there. So then I went and had a chat to the manager, she suggested offering a drink. Grumpy Bum wasn’t too happy with this, she wanted her $14 back. I said unfortunately I couldn’t refund the meal but was able to get her a drink, so would you like a drink? “I already had a drink”. “Would you like another drink?” “Oh well. A beer.” (NO PLEASE) DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY KINDS OF BEER THERE ARE. “What kind of beer would you like?” “Just a normal beer!” This went on a while until her dining partner kindly suggested a light beer. Then we had the schooner vs pint debate. After this I went to the bar and did a spastic sort of frustrated dance/running on the spot/punching invisible woman thing, got laughed at, but felt much better after it. Then I took the beer out. “Can I take this to the pokies, because I don’t want to stay here.” I told her that yes she could. Good riddance. But, the woman’s complaining about $14 when she’s going to go put fucking $100 in the pokies! What a joke. (Not a family show anymore) It was 40 degrees celcius outside today and we weren’t very busy as a result, until about 4pm. I love a good white whine. I have to study tonight, I have my written French exam on Wednesday and I’m determined to do well. Tomorrow Deb and I are going snorkelling. I’m looking forward to it, it will be a nice break before two more soild days of studying.
Christmas Cookie fail.
melanyouth
I know. It’s terrible.
I’ve decided I’m going to wait until it’s a bit cooler outside, then I’m going to bury him in the bushes where the dog can’t get to him.
I’ve tried half heartedly to identify the species but I can’t find anything that matches.
Poor lizard. Thanks for your help :-)
